Master is Also Running Away from Marriage Today (Transmigration) - Chapter 45

Mu Ling wasn’t sure when she had fallen asleep.

 

This time, her dreams were filled with chaotic scenes. Lin Qingge transformed into a giant eight-legged spider, smiling as she spun silk threads that tightly wrapped around Mu Ling. Then the threads suddenly tightened, and Mu Ling heard what sounded like gnashing teeth whispering into her ear: “So this is what you call deep-seated hatred? My dear shifu?”

 

“No, perhaps I should call you dear wife.”

 

…

 

Mu Ling didn’t know what was wrong with her. She woke up drenched in cold sweat, only to find it was already daylight. Weak and limp on the bed, she tried to recall the unnervingly vivid dream from the night before, but it had slipped from her mind.

 

But Mu Ling had always been carefree. After a night’s rest, she convinced herself she had already come to terms with Lin Qingge’s actions. It was all just an accident. As long as both of them silently agreed to forget it, they could go back to being good master and disciple!

 

After mentally preparing herself for a long time, Mu Ling bolstered her courage and strode out the door with determination. Yet all her resolve shattered into pieces the moment she encountered Lin Qingge.

 

Mu Ling never expected Lin Qingge to be waiting outside her door.

 

The instant she opened the door and saw Lin Qingge, Mu Ling didn’t know what came over her. Her legs went weak, and all she wanted was to flee in panic.

 

Unfortunately, Lin Qingge didn’t give her that chance.

 

The moment she saw Mu Ling, her gaze locked onto her, and she softly called out, “Shifu.”

 

Mu Ling’s legs weakened again. Forced to stand stiffly in place, she managed a strained smile. “Qingge, is there something you need?”

 

Perhaps it was the soft sunlight, but Mu Ling felt that Lin Qingge looked exceptionally radiant today, as if she were glowing.

 

Lin Qingge had always been beautiful, but never before had she seemed so dazzling.

 

Mu Ling stole glance after glance at her, finally realizing what was different. Lin Qingge’s eyes had changed!

 

Lin Qingge’s eyes were exquisitely shaped. Somewhere between phoenix eyes and peach blossom eyes, with a natural upward tilt that exuded charm. But they had always been cold, like the frosty gaze of a celestial being, only warming slightly when looking at Mu Ling.

 

But now, those eyes were different like pearls wiped free of dust, they shimmered with starlight, capable of ensnaring anyone who met her gaze.

 

Normally, Mu Ling would have been overjoyed at such a transformation in Lin Qingge. But now, guilt-ridden, her heart pounded wildly at the sight, as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.

 

This was far too unusual.

 

Especially when Lin Qingge’s gaze settled on her Mu Ling felt like her entire body was burning up.

 

“Shifu,” Mu Ling’s eyes darted away as Lin Qingge called her again, her tone laced with a hint of confusion. “I have a friend.”

 

Here it comes!

 

Mu Ling stiffened, instantly on high alert.

 

Whenever someone said, “I have a friend,” they were always talking about themselves!

 

“What’s wrong?” Mu Ling braced herself internally while maintaining a composed exterior, casting a casual glance at Lin Qingge.

 

Mu Ling hadn’t expected her gaze to meet Lin Qingge’s directly. The moment she saw the amusement flickering in Lin Qingge’s eyes, she felt as if scalded by fire and hurriedly averted her gaze.

 

Damn it! This version of Lin Qingge was truly bewitching.

 

“My friend has a fiancée,” Mu Ling heard Lin Qingge continue, “and there are some misunderstandings between them.”

 

…

 

Qingge doesn’t have any fiancée!

 

Mu Ling sighed in relief. She had overthought it. It really was just about Qingge’s friend, not herself.

 

“What kind of misunderstandings?” Mu Ling asked, though she wasn’t confident. She wasn’t adept at handling emotional issues, but as a good mentor, she felt that since she couldn’t guide Lin Qingge in cultivation, she ought to compensate in other areas. She couldn’t just coast on the title of “mentor” without contributing.

 

“My friend,” Lin Qingge turned slightly, and Mu Ling’s sharp eyes caught a faint redness on the tips of her ears. Just as Mu Ling was about to take another look, Lin Qingge turned back, her voice slightly hoarse: “She adores her fiancée deeply, but her fiancée misunderstands her, always thinking she’s a villain and unwilling to marry her.”

 

Mu Ling’s brows furrowed in alarm. Modern times had seen far too many such cases. Situations like these often tormented those involved while seeming trivial to outsiders.

 

“Why does your friend’s fiancée think she’s a villain?”

 

Lin Qingge’s long lashes trembled slightly. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, but her peripheral vision carefully studied Mu Ling’s expression. “Perhaps it’s because my friend has killed many people, and her temperament is somewhat violent.  Everyone fears her.”

 

Mu Ling paled in shock. “Where did you meet such a friend? She hasn’t bullied you, has she?”

 

Lin Qingge didn’t answer, instead turning to stare at Mu Ling with deep, unreadable eyes.

 

Mu Ling took a deep breath and ultimately decided not to interfere with Lin Qingge’s friendships. But recalling the issue Lin Qingge had just described, she immediately adopted a grave tone. “This isn’t a misunderstanding. Her fiancée has escaped a pit of fire. Firecrackers should be lit in celebration.”

 

Lin Qingge bit her lip and lowered her head. “Is there really no way for the fiancée to fall in love with her? She truly loves her.”

 

Mu Ling stared at Lin Qingge, never expecting her to be so naive!

 

“No,” Mu Ling sighed. “Tell your friend to give up! It’s hopeless. If I were the fiancée’s friend, I’d urge her to run as fast as she could far away from your friend.”

 

Lin Qingge’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

 

“But my friend is utterly devoted to that fiancée. The only person she can imagine as her wife is her.”

 

“That’s your friend’s problem,” Mu Ling said earnestly. “People should broaden their horizons, open their hearts, and not obsess over love.”

 

“In short,” Mu Ling summarized, “I personally think your friend should let go of that fiancée and allow her to live her life in peace. ”

 

“What if she can’t let go?”

 

“There’s no one you can’t let go of,” Mu Ling chuckled, inexplicably reluctant to delve into emotional discussions with Lin Qingge, so she wrapped it up with a perfunctory remark: “But if you really can’t let go, then for the sake of your fiancée, turn away from evil and become a good person. Maybe one day, your fiancée will come to like your friend.”

 

Become a good person?

 

Lin Qingge watched Mu Ling’s slightly uneasy profile, silently repeating the words, his dark eyes filled with contemplation.

 

Soon, three days passed.

 

Forces from all sides gathered, and the army began advancing into the demon realm.

 

The cities in the demon realm had been reclaimed by the current Demon King and his forces, and many humans lived within them. The immortals had expected to see a land of suffering and despair, but upon arrival, they found the demon realm’s cities orderly and thriving. Its people even faring better than those under immortal rule. Unlike the hollow-eyed masses crushed by layers of taxes elsewhere, the demon realm’s citizens still held a faint light in their eyes.

 

Mu Ling hadn’t expected the demon realm to be like this.

 

Their first encounter with resistance came from a small city called Mercy.

 

A bewitching woman sat perched high on a locust tree, her eyes seductive as she gazed at the passing crowd. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her figure alluring, as if she were the most enchanting masterpiece crafted by the Creator, drawing everyone’s gaze irresistibly toward her.

 

Her voice was as melodious as a nightingale’s. Spotting the immortals advancing, she arched an eyebrow and let her soft, delicate words drift into everyone’s ears: “Such distinguished immortals, truly the finest among men. Won’t you stay and share a spring night with this humble one?”

 

“Shameless!” someone shouted in disgust.

 

Yet most of the group stared at the woman on the tree with dazed fascination, their faces flushed, breaths growing ragged.

 

“It’s a charm technique,” Yan Qi observed, noticing Mu Ling’s gaze fixed on the woman. He didn’t understand why Mu Ling would be drawn to such a basic enchantment but instinctively raised a hand to block her view.

 

“I know,” Mu Ling shot him an annoyed glance, rising on her tiptoes to peer at the woman. “But her appearance is so beautifully crafted, her demeanor so graceful. She must have been a stunning beauty in life.”

 

So, she liked pretty things?

 

Yan Qi gave Mu Ling a deep, thoughtful look.

 

The woman above had also noticed Mu Ling, her gaze stood out. Unlike the others, whose eyes brimmed with lust and obsession, Mu Ling’s were clear and warm, bright as moonlight, filled only with pure admiration.

 

“Fair immortal,” the woman giggled at Mu Ling, “you’re making this humble one blush.”

 

Before she could finish, an unmistakable aura of killing intent flashed beside Mu Ling.

 

“An appreciation for beauty is universal,” Mu Ling replied solemnly, ignoring the teasing tone.

 

The woman shrank back at the murderous glare but froze at Mu Ling’s words. Then, suddenly, she threw her head back and laughed wildly, tears streaming down her lovely face, evoking even greater pity.

 

“To think there’s someone like you among the immortals!”

 

Noticing the increasingly murderous intent in the gaze directed at Mu Ling, the woman also turned her head. Her expression shifted as a sinister demonic aura emanated from her body, and she fixed her eyes on an ordinary-looking man among the immortal realm’s ranks. “Sect Leader Huang, am I beautiful?”

 

Sect Leader Huang’s face twisted in disgust. “A skeleton beneath rouge and powder. How dare you show yourself to bewitch others!”

 

“Skeleton?”

 

The word seemed to strike a nerve. The woman’s delicate fingers suddenly grew blood-red nails as her demonic aura spread. Behind her, the mist gradually thickened, and hurried footsteps echoed from within. A squad of demonic soldiers charged out of the fog, attacking the immortal cultivators.

 

Yet the woman perched on a tree branch began singing a mournful, haunting tune:

 

“I was a songhouse maiden, young and fallen into the dust,
Saved a gentleman once, mistook him for my true love.”

 

The song told the story of a songhouse woman named Luo Ying. Renowned for her beauty, she had saved a man in her youth, believing him to be her destined love. She married him and even bore his child. But the man was discovered to possess a rare single spiritual root, earning him a place in an immortal sect. There, he entangled himself with the daughter of one of the sect’s elders. Greedy for Luo Ying’s beauty, he refused to divorce her while clinging to power and the elder’s daughter. In the end, consumed by jealousy, the elder’s daughter set fire to Luo Ying’s room, burning her alive while the cowardly man, aware of the plot, chose to turn a blind eye.

 

After her death, Luo Ying’s vengeful spirit refused to disperse, and she was reborn in the demonic realm.

 

Mu Ling didn’t miss the guilt and panic flashing across Sect Leader Huang’s face.

 

So, the singing woman was Luo Ying!

 

This confrontation was clearly aimed at Sect Leader Huang.

 

Though the immortal sect outnumbered her, Luo Ying had come anyway. Driven by hatred, she fought like a madwoman, focusing all her attacks on Sect Leader Huang alone!

 

Mu Ling didn’t join the fight. After a few half-hearted moves, she led the Qingyi Sect members to retreat to the rear. Luo Ying was here for revenge. Mu Ling had no interest in participating in a “scumbag defense mission.” She only lamented that a woman as fierce in love and hatred as Luo Ying had met such a fate.

 

But the other immortal cultivators didn’t share Mu Ling’s sentiments. They ganged up on Luo Ying. Though she managed to sever Sect Leader Huang’s arm in her desperate struggle, her spiritual core was pierced, leaving her on the brink of death.

 

“Huang Lang,” Luo Ying, now collapsed on the ground, suddenly looked up at Sect Leader Huang with tear-filled, pitiful eyes. “Our child had a single spiritual root. He’s at…”

 

A single spiritual root?

 

Sect Leader Huang’s eyes widened. He had failed to conceive another child all these years, desperately trying to produce an heir. Could it be?

 

“Su Family Alley, eighteenth layer.”

 

Luo Ying’s breath grew weaker, her voice fading. Sect Leader Huang hurriedly leaned in to listen only for Luo Ying’s body to gradually revert to the charred corpse she had been when burned alive.

 

“Where?!” Sect Leader Huang gripped her shoulders in agitation.

 

At that very moment, a small black shadow burst from Luo Ying’s torn-open abdomen. With lightning speed, it clamped its jaws around Sect Leader Huang’s throat, severing it in one bite before crashing straight into the protruding sword of a nearby cultivator!

 

The shadow fell to the ground. A charred infant skeleton, its fangs gleaming black with deadly infant poison lethal to cultivators.

 

“Waiting for you in the eighteenth layer of hell!”

 

Luo Ying cast a deep glance at the charred skeleton, her voice brimming with satisfaction as she laughed heartily and closed her eyes.